Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

At a time when the city of Heavenly Palace was raging about the whereabouts of the ark, the righteous man walking in the old site of the gates of hell had forgotten the time.

What an Io plan.

What seminar meeting.

Together with technology from higher civilizations, it is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the ark.

He recalls implicitly that General Reinhardt had told himself that the Martians had borrowed the ship's warp engine from him in an attempt to rekindle the cooling core.

The plan sounds pretty crazy, crazy, but no one normal would think that even 1% of the plan was going to succeed.

And in fact, the ultimate glory of Mars civilization also disappeared as the ashes of the home planet flew away.

The ship originally thought that, out of the protection of high-dimensional space debris, the warp engine that had been removed from the ship, even if it had not been sent to Earth's nuclear detonation, would most likely have weathered over time.

General Reinhardt, however, told him with considerable certainty that he could sense that the engine still existed.

And right under their feet!

“… my senses have become much more acute since my consciousness merged with this ship. It's like a cell on me, or an organ, and if anything happens to it, I'm sure it's the first thing I know. ”

Listening to the voice coming from the communication channel, the ark pondered for a while and suddenly spoke.

“So is it a program that you store on the ship's servers, or is it attached to a body of consciousness on the ship? ”

“This is a rather interesting question, and in fact I've been thinking about it for a long time, at least for the last two billion years I've been wondering if I'm a product of materialistic theory… Although most of my functions and competencies are conferred by the program, it's interesting that my perception of the outside world is beyond my means. ”

General Reinhardt had been silent for a while and had not spoken for a long time, as if serious thought had been given to what was happening.

Seeing this friend from the Old Universe fall into thought, and the Ark hasn't bothered him, leaving him time.

So, I followed Ling for another distance, and suddenly the voice came back on the communication channel.

“What kind of person exists? ”

Hearing this sudden remark, the ark stunned slightly, strangely shifting its gaze towards the line of ID on the communication channel with the mess code printed on it, and said.

“What kind of existence is a person…? I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean, or what do you mean? Could you be more specific? ”

Speaking of which, isn't the Coke a mammalian primate? How could this guy ask such a strange question?

“Perhaps my question is ambiguous, and I want to say that we are made up of countless cells, each of which is undoubtedly an independent individual, working together under the control of a vast system, and our consciousness is the product of the sincere cooperation of thousands of cells… so what is our consciousness like? A program compiled in the brain? Or something more abstract? ”

“This question is too deep, and I'm afraid only a philosopher can answer it. ”

“A philosopher?” Seems to have heard something interesting, General Reinhardt smiled slightly, "I'm afraid it's a little difficult to study philosophy in our civilization, but searching through my memories still fails to find an accurate answer. ”

“Really? That's a really exciting world. If I were to say it, it would probably be like a program,” The Ark said casually, "analogy of neurons to diodes, in fact, the brain works in the same way as computers, just processing information with different parts. ”

“This explanation is too shallow," General Reinhardt said in a slightly disappointing tone, "and I'll probably hear different answers from you when you're older. Thank you for taking such a long time with me... by the way, just ahead. ”

Just when this phrase came out, the ark, looking forward along the light, had seen the outline standing in the shadow.

It's a pitch-black cube that shines through an electric tone and climbs dust on a metallic shell without a trace of rust.

Looking two steps closer, on the surface of the cube, a line of irregular lines was climbed. Surprisingly, not the tattoo itself, but after billions of years, the years have not even left a trace on it.

The canoe whispered a whisper as it elaborated on this strangely styled artifact.

“… is this it? ”

General Reinhardt had not spoken, but had answered his questions in silence.

Staying in front of this black cube for a moment, the ark suddenly turned around and looked at Ling standing behind him.

“… Lin. ”

“What's the matter, Commander? ”

“How long has it been since you left Tiangong City? ”

“17 hours and 8 minutes. ”

Has it been so long?

I would have let Wu Qinglai help me take a few more days off.

Unfortunately, he was now underground, not knowing how many metres deep, and it was obviously impossible to send a short message out.

“This thing… can I open it? ”

“Can be, but why be so troublesome? ”

“What do you mean? ”

General Reinhardt did not speak.

Just as the ark was pursuing, a bright blue light quickly penetrated the overhead rock wall and slowly landed in front of him in the pitch-black cube.

In front of the light that penetrated everything, Lin's reaction, like before, took a step backwards, revealing the colour of fear.

Looking at this familiar light, the bow's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a sudden look of surprise appeared on his face.

“It is!”

“Scanning beams, typically equipped with Coke boats or escape boats of the Coffee Empire, are primarily used to scan mineral meteorites or asteroids and reveal their interior construction. And of course, if that's necessary, it can be used to scan some artifacts. At the borders of the Coke Empire, we often find colonies of primitive organisms formed by civilizations, and in order to avoid influencing their civilizational processes as much as possible, we typically replicate their crafts and buildings through this indirect interference. ”

“It's incredible… wait,” the ark immediately asked, suddenly realizing one thing, "If your scanning beam can be directly photographed here, why should I come here myself? ”

“I didn't ask you to come in person, didn't you? In fact, you can totally sit on the ship, drinking drinks that last billions of years, studying what you want to study through the specialized equipment in the command cabin," General Reinhardt said in a helpless voice, "and I thought you wanted to see what it looked like. ”

The bow's eyebrows twitched hard.

“… that is, I have to go back now? ”

“That's not necessary, I can transmit the image directly to your personal terminal… but if you want to see it more clearly, I suggest you go back to the ship. ”

Ark: “…”

He doesn't want to say a word but an MMP.